Poem. Pregnancy. ".clown-like..happiest on his hands..." any ideas?

Question

We studied this poem very briefly at school. I remember it being a really beautiful poem. Modern (ish) Any idea of the author/ title..i know i haven't given much to go on....

Answer 1

Sylvia Plath

You're

Clownlike, happiest on your hands,
Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled,
Gilled like a fish. A common-sense
Thumbs-down on the dodo's mode.
Wrapped up in yourself like a spool,
Trawling your dark, as owls do.
Mute as a turnip from the Fourth
Of July to All Fools' Day,
O high-riser, my little loaf.

Vague as fog and looked for like mail.
Farther off than Australia.
Bent-backed Atlas, our traveled prawn.
Snug as a bud and at home
Like a sprat in a pickle jug.
A creel of eels, all ripples.
Jumpy as a Mexican bean.
Right, like a well-done sum.
A clean slate, with your own face on.

Answer 2

Sylvia Plath is the author. Title escapes me.

Answer 3

That line is poem called "You're" by Sylvia Plath.